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"But," insisted he, "how have you known him, spoken to him? Where? When? Madame d'Arlange receives no one." "I ought now to tell you everything, sir," answered Claire proudly. "I have known him for a long time. It was at the house of one of my grandmother's friends, who is a cousin of his, old Mademoiselle Goello, that I saw him for the first time.
In bowing, in response to M. de Commarin's and Claire's salutations, they seemed to inquire their business: but this hesitation was brief, for the soldier almost immediately offered Mademoiselle d'Arlange a chair. The count considered that his presence was inopportune; and he thought that he was called upon to introduce himself, and explain his visit.
"Is his family, then, so illustrious," asked the magistrate harshly, "that it disdains alliance with yours?" "I should have told you everything, without waiting to be questioned, sir," answered Mademoiselle d'Arlange, "even his name. He is called Albert de Commarin." The marchioness at this moment, thinking she had walked enough, was preparing to return to her rose-coloured boudoir.
Without making a direct reply, Lecoq produced the precious earring, and, placing it upon the table beside the marchioness, remarked: "I bring you this jewel, madame, which I have found, and which, I am told, belongs to you." Madame d'Arlange laid down her knitting and proceeded to examine the earring. "It is true," she said, after a moment, "that this ornament formerly belonged to me.
He was even ingenious enough to discover the key to it, but this served no purpose. A man, who had seen a rival, or rather, a future master, in Lecoq had betrayed him. If his efforts to arrive at the truth through the jeweller and the Marquis d'Arlange had failed, it was only because Mme.
I, your father, have conjured you to give up all idea of marrying the granddaughter of that old fool, the Marchioness d'Arlange. And all to no purpose; for I have at last been obliged to yield to your wishes." "Father " Albert commenced. "It is well," interrupted the count. "You have my word; but remember my prediction: you will strike a fatal blow at our house.
"Once repulsed," thought he, "the house is shut against me; and then farewell to happiness, for life will end for me." Upon the other hand, the very rational thought occurred to him that another might see Mademoiselle d'Arlange, love her, and, in consequence, ask for and obtain her. In either case, hazarding a proposal, or hesitating still, he must certainly lose her in the end.
She is pretty enough, I admit, although rather thin, but, now-a-days, beauty goes for nothing. Men are so mercenary they think only of money. I do not know of one who has the manhood to take a d'Arlange with her bright eyes for a dowry." "I believe that you exaggerate," remarked M. Daburon, timidly. "By no means. Trust to my experience which is far greater than yours.
But he is as well as I am. Who can tell what games he has gone to play elsewhere!" M. Daburon did not return home on leaving Mademoiselle d'Arlange. All through the night he wandered about at random, seeking to cool his heated brow, and to allay his excessive weariness. "Fool that I was!" said he to himself, "thousand times fool to have hoped, to have believed, that she would ever love me.
"The viscount," continued Noel, "appeared very much put out. 'The fact is, he explained, 'I had already disposed of my time. This is the hour at which I call on the young lady to whom I am engaged, Mademoiselle d'Arlange. Can we not postpone this conversation?" "Good! another woman!" said the old fellow to himself.
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